Yesterday Marlboro Man and I ran to the big city to shop for his mom and grandma, to pick up a couple of last-minute things for the kids, and to be alone together and have one-on-one conversation without our four precious children, our hungry, demanding cattle herd, or our two malodorous Basset Hounds needing something. And we didn’t “run” to the big city, we drove, which brings me to my point: part of the topic of conversation in Marlboro Man’s pickup was our new wintertime plan—which is to start today—of getting out of bed at 5:00 am so that we can spend an hour working out together before the kids get up and before Marlboro Man needs to go feed cattle. This conversation began after I spent ten minutes lamenting how jiggly I am after a summer and fall of cooking constantly for my cookbook, filming two seasons of a cooking show, and discovering the joys of semi-soft unripened cheeses.

“My jeans are tight, my back fat is violent…” I said. “And I’m at the point where I either need to buy bigger jeans or do something drastic.” So Marlboro Man calmly and without agreeing with my back fat lamentations, which is why I’ll keep him, laid out his prescription of early morning exercise, and committed to joining me in my new fitness regimen so I wouldn’t have to go it alone. Of course, he didn’t empathize much. He is chiseled out of granite and weighs the same as he did when he was seventeen. Not that I’m complaining. Granite’s my favorite.

Two-thirds of the way to the big city, I asked Marlboro Man to pull off the highway and stop at a very busy convenience store so that I could get some coffee. I’m nursing an upper respiratory infection and had been feeling a little draggy, plus the conversation about my getting up at five to work out for an hour really wore me out. So we both went into the convenience store: Marlboro Man headed to the refrigerated case to get a can (not a bottle, as bottles don’t taste right) of Dr Pepper and I headed to the coffee area to fill a large cup with the nectar of life.

It took me awhile to fill my cup because this particular convenience store has a beautiful run of coffee options. You can get French Roast, Columbia Roast, Breakfast Blend, Kona Blend…not to mention all sorts of little squirts of flavor and shots of different forms of cream. I want this coffee area in my house, is what I’m saying. So I stood there and decanted, squirted and decanted some more until I had a great big ol’ cup of beautiful convenience store coffee that was likely extremely caloric but I only had one more day before my new exercise program so I figured I’d go out with a bang.

I headed toward the register. I could see Marlboro Man standing there waiting for me so he could pay for his Dr Pepper and my coffee together because he’s chivalrous that way, and because he has never known me to have a single dollar of cash on my person. The store was packed with other patrons, because it’s a choice location on a busy highway and because it’s an incredibly nice convenience store that offers many coffee choices, many wiener/hot dog choices…and doughnuts. Along my journey to the front of the store, I passed the very large, very impressive and beautiful glass doughnut case and was accosted by a very large, very crisp-and-sweet-looking apple fritter on the top shelf. It tapped me on the shoulder, then it reached out its long, evil fingers and said “Come…come to me.”

Without thinking, I removed an individual square of paper from the dispenser and reached for the knob of the window that was separating me from the apple fritter. I say without thinking because I somehow had completely pushed the entire conversation I’d just had with Marlboro Man about my back fat out of my consciousness. Or if it was at all in my consciousness, I must have rationalized it by reminding myself that I only had one more day to party before my 5 a.m. boot camp began, or even that apple fritters are actually a healthy doughnut option. They have fruit in them, after all.

I pulled the knob to the right, thinking the door would slide to open, but it met with a tiny bit of resistance. I had Christmas shopping on my mind—what size top I should get Edna Mae and how I wanted to find a perfume counter and sniff all the men’s cologne—so I inexplicably pulled backward on the knob, possibly thinking that the door opened by flipping up rather than sliding over. Then, suddenly, a horrible sound crashed through the heavily trafficked convenience store when the entire tempered glass front of the beautiful doughnut case shattered into thirteen million tiny, sparkly pieces. The sound was deafening and seemed to happen in slow motion, as if a house of glass sitting on a frozen lake had fallen down wall by wall. I stood there in shock, not knowing what to do. Glass was everywhere: in the doughnuts, on the floor, in the adjacent sandwich case, in my boots, into which I’d tucked my jeans. And the small stainless knob was still in my hand.

Customers ran over to see what had happened, my husband among them. And when he saw me standing there in the middle of a sea of tempered glass, a small knob in my hand, the now-exposed array of doughnuts right in front of me, and a look of horror and confusion on my face, he had but two questions for me:

“Are you okay?

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

“I wanted a doughnut.”

By now the manager, assistant manager, cashier, assistant cashier, and probably all their friends and relatives had rushed over to the scene. The manager wanted to first make sure I was okay.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” the nice gentleman said. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

Still holding the knob, I answered, “Yes. My pride is hurt. It is badly, badly injured.”

But other than that, I told him, I was totally fine, and may I please borrow a broom and a shop vac so I can whisk all this away and pretend it never happened? I noticed a woman out of the corner of my eye. She had her hand over her mouth.

“Oh, we’ll take care of it,” the manager said. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m absolutely fine,” I insisted. “I am so, so sorry. I don’t know what happened. One minute I was reaching for an apple fritter…the next minute…” I shook my head in disbelief.

I immediately felt better. I’m not the only person who’d shattered the doughnut case at this convenience store. All was suddenly better now. But then I did something I can’t explain. I instinctively began reaching for the apple fritter. I don’t think I actually had any control over this action. I didn’t logically believe I should get the apple fritter; I think it was a desperate attempt to just carry on and pretend the whole thing hadn’t happened. Or maybe I really just wanted a doughnut.

That’s when the assistant manager stepped in. “Oh, ma’am…you can’t have a doughnut now,” she said.

I know she was just trying to protect my gastrointestinal tract from glass shards, but at the time she said it I felt like a little girl who had just been grounded from round, delightful yeast treats. It took me a minute to realize she was just gently reminding me not to hurt myself. My face felt hot.

After several minutes of offering to help clean up and insisting on paying for the broken glass and trying to figure out what country I was going to move to once I left the store, I finally made my way to the counter so that Marlboro Man could finally pay for my coffee. But when we got there, the cashier held up his hand and said, “Don’t worry about it—no charge.” I think he wanted me to leave as soon as humanly possible.

When we got in Marlboro Man’s pickup and continued on our trip to the big city, I looked at Marlboro Man, who had a look on his face that I’ll never be able to describe. It was the look of a husband who is married to a complete klutz who complains about her tight jeans then stops at a convenience store and shatters a doughnut case while trying to retrieve an apple fritter. It was the look of a husband who has seen his wife fall down, run into doors, use the wrong remote control to change channels on the TV, and wear her black leggings inside out for an entire day without knowing. It was the look of a husband who had just filed another incident into his vault of similar moments…and who couldn’t wait to remind me of it the next time we’re driving together and I say I want to pull over and get coffee.

“You’re…funny,” he said, reaching over and squeezing my knee, which made me squeal.

Then we continued to the city and went Christmas shopping.

As for lessons I learned from this incident, I took away two:

1. That’s what I get for trying to eat a doughnut.

2. I’m never leaving the house again.

I hope you all have a joyful day. Merry Christmas Eve Eve!
Pioneer Woman

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1616 Comments and 45 Replies

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sarah On Friday, December 23 at 6:16 pm

this entire post made me cry with laughter too. multiple times. thank you so much for sharing!!

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Toni On Friday, December 23 at 6:19 pm

What a hoot. It reminds me of the short story, “The Night the Bed Fell”, by Jame Thurber.
You gotta find it & have your kids read it to each other. There will not be a dry eye in the house cuz they will all be laughing so hard they will be in tears. Warning – if you are cooking and listening at the same time, put down the knives. ;o))

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kiki On Friday, December 23 at 6:26 pm

thank you, thank you for reminding us all to laugh at ourselves! we’ve all been there, and hoped we could move to another country (or just a little further down the road) where a whole new set of folks have no idea that we’ve just left the scene of one of our most embarrassing moments. no harm done…we laugh with you (and hope others laugh with us!).

Merry Christmas to all! Yes, that’s right, Merry Christmas!

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Aunt Mabel On Friday, December 23 at 6:29 pm

That absolutely cracked me up…….thank you for the laugh, of course, at your expense. Seriously, laughed because I have been in similar situations, and know the horror of a tragedy such as that. Merry Christmas!

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Carrie On Friday, December 23 at 6:30 pm

Oh my… I’m so so sorry! I’ve done stuff like that before and i feel your pain. It is the kind of thing that makes you cringe for years afterward! Try to forget about it and have a very Merry Christmas!

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Cathy P. On Friday, December 23 at 6:42 pm

Oh my, I laughed myself silly over this post. I feel your pain and can just see the “smirk” on MM’s face. My husband has the same smirk when he’s trying so hard not to make me feel worse about some calamity I’m involved in. But once he’s determined that I’m OK, you can just see the wheels turning as he plots who to tell the story to first.

Connie Registe On Friday, December 23 at 6:50 pm

I love, love, LOVE this story….mostly because you make me feel so much better about all of those most-embarrasing-times I’ve had…and had…and had…

Oh, and I love convenience-store coffee selections too!

Merry, merry, and merry Christmas to you too!

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Paige On Friday, December 23 at 6:58 pm

I am 100% sure I know which lovely oklahoman convenient store youre talking about based on this post. On the bright side im also positive ive made clumsy mistakes equally as bad.

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Joan H On Friday, December 23 at 6:58 pm

Thank you. In fact, many thanks for bringing laughter to our home tonight. I am glad I am not the only one that has done some silly and embarrassing things.

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juliesbeans On Friday, December 23 at 7:00 pm

Your hilarious!

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LaTx On Friday, December 23 at 7:02 pm

Ree,

Thanks, I needed that!

But it makes me love MM all the more….

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Ginger F On Friday, December 23 at 7:04 pm

SO FUNNY!! I haven’t laughed this hard in a long time…thanks! I was just thinking how I gain weight whether my holidays are particularly good or particularly bad. I just like to EAT!! And I just have to stay away from donuts, or anything one can do to a potato, they are my weakness.
This story is priceless:))

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linda On Friday, December 23 at 7:07 pm

Oh, can I ever relate, since I too am a complete klutz and my husband is like Marlboro Man. Too funny!

One of your best stories ever! I needed that tonight, after dropping my basket of nail polishes and oils, shattering it all over my closet, including my favorite pair of UGGS. I was highly depressed until I read this. Love it!

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Barbara On Friday, December 23 at 7:11 pm

Aren’t men wonderful?

My husband, who promised to build me a corner cabinet for the dining room – a year ago, finally got around to starting it when his mother passed away. Obviously, the cabinet building went on the back shelf. (Pun intended.)

He decided to varnish the thing today. However, being 41 degrees outside the only LOGICAL place was to varnish the thing in my living room. Putting down plastic on my beautiful antique refinished floors, he did a great job with the varnishing. Well, until that last little flip which got on my brand new slipcovers. To him, the logical thing was to get out the varnish with paint thinner before I saw the mess. However, my nose smelled it and I went running. Needless to say we “had words” and I expressed my displeasure – over and over again.

I had cupcakes in the oven so I pulled them out when the buzzer went off and placed them on the stove to cool. People with gas stoves can do that.

Then I used a front burner to start a pan cooking and you know where this is going. I turned the wrong burner on and caught my cupcakes on fire.

Instead of letting me have it in return for the paint thinner incident, he patted me on the back, opened a window and said, “I’ll still eat them.”

I love this guy!

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Cory Elizabeth On Friday, December 23 at 7:13 pm

I love that you went in to retrieve the doughnut after the whole ordeal went down. I would have done the exact same thing! I am a total klutz. Have been all my life an things like that seem to always happen to me as well. Thank you for the laugh. Merry Christmas eve eve to you an your family.

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Lucy On Friday, December 23 at 7:13 pm

Oh my gosh…that is so funny!!!! You just made my day = )

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Sheri J On Friday, December 23 at 7:15 pm

OMG. I am sorry but I am LMAO right now. My husband is wanting to know why and I told him “its a girl thing” because he WOULD NOT get it.

BTW, after Dr. Pepper came out in the plastic bottles I never went back to cans. Tell MMan that bottles taste SO much better!

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Bibi On Friday, December 23 at 7:15 pm

Ree I think you just had Lucille Ball moment for the ages!

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nest On Friday, December 23 at 7:16 pm

and this is why I love reading your blog. thank you. very very much.

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Sheila H On Friday, December 23 at 7:19 pm

I needed a “laugh out loud” moment today and this was indeed it. Thanks for letting me end my day with a smile on my face. I’m glad Marlboro Man reached over and basically said, “It’s okay… I love you no matter what!” Merry Christmas!

Ohh this sounds like something I would do, I was laughing out loud as I was reading this. Good to know I’m not the only one embarrassing myself out there, today I wiped out in the parking lot of the mall into the soupy disgusting slushy mess on the ground. Sigh.

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Julie On Friday, December 23 at 7:21 pm

I laughed so hard, I peed my pants! I have a twin and didn’t know it! One day I walked into someones sliding glass door and knocked the screen right out, at least I didn’t have that much of an audience!

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Margiesbooboo On Friday, December 23 at 7:21 pm

Oh my.

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Jeri On Friday, December 23 at 7:23 pm

Poor Ree. This is so like something that would happen to me. Hopefully you didn’t know anyone in the store (and no one recognized you). I would have dissolved into a little puddle of tears…MM is a champ, though, right?

After spending a long day making tamales ( don’t know why I thought it would fun) I sat down to look up the Jalapeno Popper recipe and thought I would read today’s Confessions, OMG to FUNNY! this just made my day.

Wishing you a very blessed Christmas!

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Kaye B. On Friday, December 23 at 7:31 pm

This was just what I needed today! Reminded me of the time I dropped a jar of pickles in the supermarket and pickles and juice went everywhere! It is terrible to be the center of attention like that, isn’t it? Glad you were not hurt and that you have such a sweet husband.

Aww, you poor thing! You will probably create a beautiful recipe for an apple fritter that would put any convenience store version to shame, and forget all about this little ol’ mishap when thousands of fans are baking up fresh batches and coming back to report on the deliciousness! Merry Christmas.

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Briana On Friday, December 23 at 7:36 pm

That was awesome … in an embarrassing, and hilarious way. My face turned red for you, even as I was laughing my tush off.

I always love your posts….this one made me laugh until I cried! Glad you’re okay, and I hope you were/are eventually able to feast on a glass-free yeast treat. Merry Christmas!

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Roux On Friday, December 23 at 7:47 pm

So one night before my husband came home on the last flight, I was watching Emeril make donuts. I had to have a donut at 9 pm at night.DONUTS!!!!! I remembered the upscale conveneince store had Krispy Kreme donuts that were replenished throughout the day. I drove the mile and went inside. There were seven donuts. I bought them all, squatting down to get the one in the back corner. The glass door had closed slightly so when I stood up, it caught in the back of my pants and I couldn’t stand up. I had a donut in one hand and the almost full box in the other. I started screaming because I didn’t know why I couldn’t stand. A gentleman got out of line and held my arm with one hand and pushed the door all the way open and helped me stand. Turns out, this man had just been rescued from a tall smokestack he was cleaning where his harness broke and he was dangling upside down for over four hours. But he was the epitome of calm when he untangled a donut crazed woman from that sneaky glass door without flinching.

Needless to say, I got home with the seven donuts intact and ate them all, not leaving even one for hubby.

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Sandy K On Friday, December 23 at 7:49 pm

Great story, Ree. Thanks! So, my husband is not the only one that likes to grab knees. Funny!

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Jen M On Friday, December 23 at 7:51 pm

Ree, I can TOTALLY relate! In high school I was visiting my sister at work. She worked at a single screen movie theater that was due to close in a few weeks. “The Gods Must be Crazy” was playing. The lobby was empty except for me, my sister and her boyfriend. I had been leaning up against the giant class candy counter. Her boyfriend was teasing me and made me flinch and as I pushed away from the counter, it too exploded into a million pieces. One moment it was there, the next…it was gone. We all stared at each other for a few seconds and then started laughing so so hard I almost peed my pants. For the last few weeks of business, the candy counter was draped in a large piece of industrial plastic. Thank goodness it was closing because as a poor high school student I couldn’t have afforded to replace it!

Jan On Friday, December 23 at 7:56 pm

Laugh out loud funny.
Merry Christmas, Drummonds!

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Carolina On Friday, December 23 at 7:58 pm

I think you are brave not only for surviving this adventure but also for sharing the story. I told my husband that I thought we were sisters because what happen to you sounds like something that I would do and Marlboro Man’s response is what my husband would do. Thank you for sharing, I am still crying!

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Bess On Friday, December 23 at 8:03 pm

You add such joy to so many people’s lives. Thank you, and Merry Christmas!

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Sara L. On Friday, December 23 at 8:04 pm

This truly made my day. You told the story so well, and truthfully, I could picture myself doing the same thing. Ah well.

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Judy C On Friday, December 23 at 8:10 pm

The “Oh, ma’am…you can’t have a doughnut now” part made me want to cry… and laugh.

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Jenny On Friday, December 23 at 8:11 pm

HAHAHAHA I just read this to my husband. I said, “Does this sound familiar?” We both laughed like Loons. Today we went on a date to HuHot. A fun restaurant where they stir fry your food on a giant griddle. My husband cautioned me not to fill my bowl too high. As I had it overflowing with veggies and meat, he said, “Save room for the sauce and put extra in so it won’t be dry.” I did. I left a trail of sticky Teriyaki sauce ….My poor husband. He is so patient. But I too, know “The” look……..=D

that, without a doubt, is one of the funniest stories that i have ever heard, especially since i believe that you are one of the smartest, most talented person on earth(or at least in okla).
i could just not stop laughing. first, i am so glad you were not hurt. then, i am glad mm was
kind and sweet about the whole thing. my husband would have yelled, then turned around and drove back home!! next, do not worry about the weight. start taking charlie for a short walk every morning or afternoon, or do 10,000 steps on the treadmill. actually, i think 4 kids, a husband, and a working ranch should take care of it too!!

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carrie On Friday, December 23 at 8:20 pm

Thanks for sharing this!!

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Cherokee Sandite Mary On Friday, December 23 at 8:22 pm

Ree,
Bless your heart………. My daughter and I are trying to figure out exactly which QUICK TRIP you all went to so we can check the ground for loose glass shards around the donut cases!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I would have been there, I would have helped you…… I feel your pain…….. I do silly things too….. One time we were in Branson, MO at a new Garfield’s restaurant, and I tried to help our poor waiter who had like 10 drinks on his tray……………… and WHOOSHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of the drinks went flying everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so stinking embarrassed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Merry Christmas to you and your sweet family!!!!!!

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Megan On Friday, December 23 at 8:23 pm

call me crazy, but i dont like donuts!

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Rebecca On Friday, December 23 at 8:30 pm

Hello Ree,
Thank you for sharing your story! Hope that all of these comments help you realize you are not alone in having an embarrassing food moment. My face stills burns (even though I can now laugh about it) when I remember my personal tragedy. I’m so glad that no one was hurt. I’m still wondering about the woman with her hand over her mouth though!

I pray you and your family have a wonderfully blessed Christmas! Your blog, books, and shows are such a joy. Thank you for sharing what you do with us!
Merry Christmas!

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KristinL On Friday, December 23 at 8:37 pm

Oh my gosh!! LOL!! Thank you for all the joy, laughter, and tears you bring to our lives. Merry Christmas!!

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Tracy W On Friday, December 23 at 8:39 pm

So awesome! Thanks for the laugh! I needed that!

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Andria On Friday, December 23 at 8:39 pm

Your words make my world a little brighter. You are too funny! Merry Christmas to you and your family!

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downthelanegirl On Friday, December 23 at 8:40 pm

OMGosh…I’m laughing my rear off. That is so funny. Hope you got all the glass out of your boots.I thought I was the only one that said Merry Christmas Eve Eve.

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Linda On Friday, December 23 at 8:42 pm

Ok, I have read your blog for a while and that was the. best. post. ever! You have such an amazing way of telling a story and that one did not disappoint. I really needed this complete belly guffaw that I have been experiencing as it has been a very difficult week. I am so sorry that happened to you but I am so very thankful that you choose to share your gift of writing with all of us. May God continue to bless your family. Merry Christmas!

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Marion On Friday, December 23 at 8:42 pm

OMG! This is something that would happen to me. I was laughing so hard. You rock girl!

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Kelly E. On Friday, December 23 at 8:47 pm

That sounds like me!! I’m such a klutz and my husband just laughs and shakes his head all the time. I can just imagine!!

So, is there a recipe to go along with that donut picture, because those look AMAZING!!!!

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Denise D. On Friday, December 23 at 8:48 pm

That is a very funny story, thanks for the chuckle.

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Chrissie On Friday, December 23 at 8:50 pm

Oh thank you, thank you, thank you for the best belly laugh I’ve had in ages! Merry Christmas to you, and I think that you most decidedly have earned that apple fritter.

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Allie On Friday, December 23 at 8:51 pm

Crying with laughter! That is the best story, ESPECIALLY when you still tried to nab the glass encrusted donut!

Happy Holidays!

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Maggie N. On Friday, December 23 at 8:55 pm

Oh. My. Gosh. That was TOO funny! The laughter caused tears…luckily I’m sitting here alone! You and MM are hilarious! I hope you all have a beautiful Christmas and a very Happy New Year. Thanks for the continued giggles and chuckles!

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Terry Lynn On Friday, December 23 at 8:56 pm

You have class, Ree!
It takes a lot to tell on oneself like that. May I have as much class and wit as you!

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s On Friday, December 23 at 8:59 pm

Oh my word…..you just made me pee my pants….mainly because I can totally relate….I have seen that same look from my husband and he just squeezes my knee and say’s “your…..funny”. Thank goodness for husbands who love you inspite of yourself.

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Ashley On Friday, December 23 at 9:03 pm

I am crying I am laughing so hard. I know this would happen to me. Thank you for this laugh oh Christmas eve eve,

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Julie Smith On Friday, December 23 at 9:04 pm

Best blog post ever! <3 I can SO relate…

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Linda L. S. On Friday, December 23 at 9:06 pm

Just wish I could have been there.
Merry Christmas!

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Laurie On Friday, December 23 at 9:13 pm

Did the same thing to the glass door of the display case at the school I work at! Totally shocking but funny to everyone else. Laughed out loud when I read it.

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Liz On Friday, December 23 at 9:13 pm

Ree, you gave a new definition to ‘keepin’ it real’! I laughed so hard I cried, but only because it reminded me of something that would happen to me. Marlboro Man sounded just like my husband. Have a wonderfully merry Christmas! As we start our promised exercise regimen next week, I will be thinking of ya’ll.

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Shelly C On Friday, December 23 at 9:16 pm

Oh, I love apple fritters! And yes, I hear them talk to me too whenever I walk by the donut case, which is a tall circular thing with different levels and several glass doors. I too would want my donut still if I knocked that thing over!

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Karen On Friday, December 23 at 9:21 pm

That is ssooo me! Thank you for sharing Merry Christmas eve,eve to you and your family!

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Jenny On Friday, December 23 at 9:23 pm

LMAO..seriously, tears down my cheeks, LMAO. I totally feel like I was right there with you..bless your little donut loving heart.. I would have down the same damn thing, gone for the donut and all. Keep that man btw..

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WooWooWee On Friday, December 23 at 9:29 pm

Jenny Craig needs to stop designing donut displays…

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LeapinLizKidz On Friday, December 23 at 9:30 pm

Okay this by far is the funniest post to date!!! Please please please tell me you are writing sequel to your first book because I will be the first in line to buy it!! This story actually made me laugh out loud, my husband thought I was nuts laughing like this! I love this website and you are great!

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Cheralyn Mae On Friday, December 23 at 9:37 pm

Thanks for the laughs, Ree!! My hubby would never let me live that one down either!!!

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lynne On Friday, December 23 at 9:43 pm

Ohhhhhh, I needed that laugh.

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Cathy in Tulsa On Friday, December 23 at 9:46 pm

OH MY GOODNESS. I am crying reading this! And, if that weren’t enough, I had to read it twice, because I HAD to read it to my husband, whom I affectionately call Andy Accountant. He didn’t laugh quite as much as me, but I think it’s secretly because he felt for Marlboro Man, knowing full-well, it could have been me breaking the donut case and him watching it all (and also because he’s an accountant and just doesn’t have as great a sense of humor as me!)
Ree, I love you and love that you too, love coffee and donuts. Merry Christmas to you and yours!

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Kristin On Friday, December 23 at 9:47 pm

My daughter read this over my shoulder, & said, “That’s a Stephanie Plum moment.” It is also SOOOOO something I would do. Glad you’re ok. And concerned that my kids decided they wanted homemade doughnuts for Christmas breakfast…hopefully they’ll be safer than storebought! Merry Christmas!

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Tracey H. On Friday, December 23 at 9:48 pm

That was too funneee!!!!! I’m sure I’ve had a very similar experience but have blocked it from my memory!

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Carol On Friday, December 23 at 9:52 pm

Oh LORDY Ree……………what a revolting development! I can ONLY imagine what my husband would have said…….or done………..or said………….no wait……I don’t WANNA imagine………..YIKES!

Merry Christmas hugs to you and your family,

Carol

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Vanessa On Friday, December 23 at 9:56 pm

Now I can go to be smiling. Moments earlier, I had actually been very sad b/c I had to miss my sister’s annual Christmas concert, but reading your post made me laugh and smile. You are a delightul human being, Ree.

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cindy t On Friday, December 23 at 10:00 pm

Even though, nobody will even read this. That made my day and just made me chuckle. Thank you for your sense of humor! I hope you had a wonderful day and wonderful workouts ahead of you. Merry Christmas!

Christy w On Friday, December 23 at 10:09 pm

Tjat made me laugh out load. So sorry that happens, but I am so glad ha you shared it

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Erin On Friday, December 23 at 10:09 pm

Oh my, I’m still laughing, sorry, I’m just glad it didn’t happen to me, I would not have handled it as well as you. Second thought, they had this happen once before!?! Was this the same kind of case? Time to order plexiglass.

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MelanieH On Friday, December 23 at 10:09 pm

Oh no! That sort of thing is the reason I just don’t leave the house.

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Desirae On Friday, December 23 at 10:11 pm

Thank you. I laughed out loud. I wish I could be your friend in real life. I would get you a doughnut, I promise!

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Christy w On Friday, December 23 at 10:11 pm

Thatmade me laugh out loud. So sorry that happened, but I am so glad ha you shared it

Brianne K On Friday, December 23 at 10:28 pm

Lorinda On Friday, December 23 at 10:31 pm

I am laughing and crying at the same time. I am trying so hard to be quiet cause my honey-man is sleeping soundly and if I wake him with all my chuckles and mirth, He’ll know it has to do with your blog. (and he is almost snoring.)
You really git me in stitches sometimes and this is one of those times.
Merry Christmas girl,
and keep reaching
CheyAnne

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Lisa S. On Friday, December 23 at 10:34 pm

I’m glad I’m not the only klutz out there! Thanks for making me smile.

Melissa Gomez On Friday, December 23 at 10:37 pm

Sandi On Friday, December 23 at 10:39 pm

That was just hilarious. I’m thinking, though, if this is not the first time this has happened, then the store really needs to purchase a different style of donut display case!

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Amanda Rhoades On Friday, December 23 at 10:41 pm

Oh my…what a story! Thanks for sharing, my husband and I just laughed till we cried! And speaking of my man, I can totally relate to a husband who files away my mishaps for future comical references… Wishing you & yours a very Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year!

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Linda On Friday, December 23 at 10:44 pm

I laughed out loud when I read this. I love your blog Ree. I really just discovered you this summer, and now I read you every day. Thanks for painting a very vivid picture in my mind of the donut incident. HILARIOUS! Merry Christmas to you and your precious family.

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Diana On Friday, December 23 at 10:46 pm

I hear ya sister

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Kathy On Friday, December 23 at 10:47 pm

I just read this to my teenage kids with tears running down my face from laughter. Somewhere down the line I’m positive Ree and I are related!